A long path opens before me, a dark and twisted path with no end.
This was my decision. This was my choice. I said what I said. It’s better if you move on. This was the only way. I can’t stand to see the people around me get hurt because of me.
The trees that loom above me, boxing me in, fill me with a sense of unease. I deserve this. It’s a fair price to pay, this cold and monochromatic wasteland. The air is thick, almost suffocating. I have to keep going, there’s no stopping now.
What’s done is done. An endless path that narrows and bends. The farther I tread, the darker it gets. I feel myself slipping. I feel the emotions well up inside me all at once. I must keep going. No matter how terrifying this is, I must keep going.
I’ve already pushed you away. I’m alone. You didn’t deserve this. The grief consumes me, and I can feel the forest watching me. It’s judging me.
This unholy council that has cloaked itself in nature is here to judge my fate. A clever disguise.
I begin to run. What else can I do? If I stay here, enclosed within this maze of confusion, I fear I may lose myself. I run and I run as far as I can, without room to falter. I feel nauseous. I’m alone, but the forest has eyes. It watches me struggle to escape; it criticizes the very way I breathe.
There is no consequence too big for a crime such as mine. I envy the silence of this forest. The eyes bore into my soul.
I couldn’t escape. Who knew how powerful a gaze could be?
